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I’d never owned goats or a llama. Time now. Continue reading →
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When I heard that July is National Ice Cream Month, I assumed the celebration was brought to us by ice cream manufacturers and distributors. A mere publicity stunt? Not so, I learned. The special month was designated in 1984 by the same U.S. president who catapulted Jelly Bellies to national prominence: Ronald Reagan. This month,…
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An 8-year-old walks home alone for the first time and, after losing his way, asks the help of a 35-year-old man. That man turns out to be the very wrong person, and the boy is found dead. What parental nightmare tops this? Yet nearly every parent hears repeated pleas from their tween and pre-tween kids to allow them a chance…
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I’ve been thinking about Time lately. We have so many ways to talk about Time: “no time like the present,” “don’t waste time,” “time is of the essence,” “time is precious.” You get the idea. But what in the world is Time? For centuries, philosophers and scientists have asked that question. They still don’t agree on an answer. Sir Isaac Newton…
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On the drive home from church today, my 11-year began singing the theme of a classic western. In a low rumble, from the backseat, she sang, “Chisum! Chisum!” I continue to introduce my 11-year-old to classic TV and movies. Our latest series has been Mission Impossible (a la Martin Landau, Peter Graves). The latest classic film star introduction was, at last,…
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Recently, two of my favorite interview subjects have passed away. Author Dick Francis in February, and on Saturday, July 24, politically incorrect cartoonist John Callahan. I interviewed Callahan years ago for Northwest Health magazine, and while excited to get the assignment, I was terrified to meet him. I was sure he’d be gruff as the…
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I don’t watch a lot of TV anymore. I can’t get excited about 21st-century sitcoms. And today, most dramas are a series of beautiful people making a hash of it until after the last commercial break — and then doing it all again seven days later. But I remember long-ago days of my dad growling…
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This week I bought my third complete set of the Narnia Tales. I don’t buy every set of the Narnia Tales that I see, of course, but within seconds of seeing this one, I clutched it tight. The books, you see, were in the right order. The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, Prince Caspian, et…
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Fresh from the oven, a Dutch baby. I lived in Seattle on Nob Hill Avenue North when I first ate a Dutch baby (aka German pancake). A roommate made one nearly every weekend. I knew she wouldn’t be slaving over the stove on a Satursday morning for anything too hard to make, so I asked her…
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Dick Francis died February 14, 2010. An author I discovered when I was in about seven grade, I toted his books with me for decades, beginning with, I remember well, Nerve. My riding instructor had introduced me to him, knowing that I was a reader, and knowing that I was crazy about horses and jumping. Like he…
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